CRIMSON POINT PROTECTORS SERIES #2 
Release Date: May 31, 2022
ISBN: 978-1-928044-51-2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Format: ebook & print
Length: Novel (75,000 words)
*USA Today bestseller*
*Carolyn Readers Choice Awards finalist*
BLURB
She wants answers—and justice.
Jaia knows her brother was murdered on a contracting job overseas, and that the company they work for covered it up. She just can’t prove it—yet. But she’s been quietly searching, gathering evidence and building her case at great personal risk. When she learns that the company is about to target another innocent man because of what he knows, she intervenes, risking it all to warn him and steal secret company files. Now there’s no safe place for her. Not knowing who else to trust, she flees and turns to the stranger she saved—hoping it won’t cost her life.
Their search for the truth could get them killed.
Air National Guard Pararescueman Brandon Whitaker nearly died after being captured by the enemy during a mission in Yemen. The things he learned about atrocities allegedly committed by American contractors there continue to haunt him. When no one seems interested in finding the truth, he starts digging on his own—and discovers a cover-up. When a phone call from a stranger alerts him that he’s in imminent danger, it triggers an irreversible chain reaction. On the run while trying to track down the woman who warned him, their paths suddenly collide. He doesn’t know if he can trust her, but now it’s the two of them against the shadowy forces tracking their every move. Only together can he and Jaia uncover the truth and expose the people responsible. But with trained killers on their tail, it’s all they can do to stay alive.
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EXCERPT
Panic ripped through Jaia.
She yanked the wheel to the right, veered into the shoulder lane and hit the gas. Her whole body was strung taut, operating on pure flight reflex as she swerved around a car trying to merge right, barely missing its bumper.
The traffic ahead was stopped. There was nowhere else to go and she dared not stop. The SUV was still coming after her, temporarily delayed by a tangle of cars left in her wake.
Heart pounding against her ribs, she kept going, desperately searching for a way out.
Up ahead, she spotted a break in the traffic, but it was on the other side of an intersection. The light was red.
Checking the rearview mirror, she spotted the SUV gunning after her, and knew she had no choice. “Oh, God, please,” she breathed, keeping her foot on the accelerator when every instinct she had screamed at her to stop.
She cringed as she blew through the red light, cried out and turned the wheel in a hard right to avoid a collision. Tires screeched, horns blared.
She quickly righted the wheel and kept going, fear beating at her. But the slight delay in avoiding the collision had cost her. The SUV had blown the light and was quickly gaining on her.
She swerved around the back end of a car trying to merge right and kept going, desperate to get just a little farther up so she could turn left at the next street. Finally reaching it, she angled the car and darted across three lanes of traffic.
The squeal of tires made her look in the mirror.
The SUV was already in the intersection, making the turn to follow.
Her gaze snapped forward again. Horror swamped her when she saw the pedestrians crossing the road in front of her. She laid on the horn to warn them and kept going.
People scattered in all directions, adding to the confusion. She was forced to hit the brakes as she reached the corner, took only a split second to check that it was clear, then roared around it and sped down the street.
The SUV was right behind her now. She swallowed a cry when a large truck suddenly turned in front of her. She stomped her foot on the brake and wrenched the wheel to the left by pure reflex.
The car skidded across the wet pavement, its back end sliding. It swung toward the opposite sidewalk. She only had time to brace and squeeze her eyes shut before the passenger side slammed into a light pole.
Jaia gasped as the airbag punched her in the face, the seatbelt jerking taut across her chest and shoulder. Pain registered through the shock, and then fear.
Get out. Get out!
Her fingers were clumsy and slow as she shoved at the deflating airbag and fumbled with the buckle of her seatbelt. A racing engine came close. Tires squealed close by.
Her heart shot into her throat. The SUV, the people in it would be here any second—
She managed to undo the belt. Reached for the door handle and pulled, unlocking it.
A blur of movement out of the corner of her eye made her jump.
Before she could move, the door ripped open. She shrank back, a scream building in her throat.
The scream died, shock flooding her as she stared up at Brandon Whitaker filling the doorway.